Has time come to a standstill?
It was morning just sometime back.
Birds are sleeping on your windowsill,
As you pull your nightdress from the rack.
Yesterday was really happy right,
You finished a lot of chores.
Morning to noon and noon to night,
Time flies when your work is dour.
And then it hits you in your chest,
What you’ve been trying to hide.
Like someone kicked a hornet’s nest,
And now you’ve no help in sight.
Your tears make your eyes prick,
They don’t warn before they come.
One moment you’re happy, but no, it’s a trick,
Next moment, you come undone.
You pick yourself up and smile,
For those whose world revolves around you.
But these are attempts feeble and juvenile,
“I’ll be happy again" doesn’t feel true.
It gets worse and then it gets better,
You pine for what is now lost.
Grief comes in waves, but how does it matter,
You must move forward, whatever the cost.
